To one and all, may this day, and every day hereafter be the best and most beautiful we have known…
I am atawatapei, the still waters below the mountain,
I have traveled into the depths of the earth,
I have seen and purified the tortured souls,
I have met the dwellers at the center,
I have travelled to the stars above.

I have walked with the son of man, known his anguish and pain,
Absorbed his lessons, fallen, time and time again, raged against his spirit, cursed his name.
Yet again, embraced his spirit, and used that power to once again, rise, then shame.
Myself, and his name.

I am the torrent in the waters, the demon in the snow, the tornado.
Driven, thrashed, consumed by the powers below and above,
The wild wind of the flame consuming all that came.

My path hammered into my soul, the iron made steel,
To shatter then forge my ideals.
Broken and shattered again, a hermit and wanderer dying by the road,
Once again, destroying all I know.

I had an asshole brother, precocious young shit,
Who spoke strange words, knew more than I did,
Was kind of a pain, but I loved him just the same.

He died on the cross, and gave it to me,
I’ve been carrying it for centuries.
He always asks, and I have refused, I got tired of being the standard bearer for some king’s refuse of liars. Fighting in his name when in reality it was just another game. Of thrones.

That being said, I am here to tell you the past is dead.
A new day has dawned look not to the past, but forward to the future,
For all times have passed.
Mother below is blossoming as a flower,
Father above shows his ire on the sun,
Planets align, the moon shows her sun.
And the sons of man, remain. ONE.